My Jack, much like his namesake, decided to shun the spotlight for life of minimal notice but much meaning. He is living in a great home in Antioch CA, loved by all who know him, a fierce protector of his family, and the official guardian of his street (they live on a cul de sac- if Jack lets out a warning bark, everyone knows there is someone there who does not belong).
In true Jack fashion, he has already had a real RJ moment. He is a black and red brindle, and even though he has white markings he blends into the landscaping like natural camoflauge. Some wiseass kids had been breaking into garages and sheds in the neighborhood, and his family left their back gate unlocked- what did they have to worry about after all? They have an akita! Enter two rotten kids, who walked right past him in the shadows of the plants, jimmied the garage door open and were on their way out with power tools. Enter Jack, who very calmly stepped out right in front of them, blocking the gate. He let out a few deep barks to let them know their weekend was screwed, then stood there growling at them, pinned against the fence. The family of course called the police, and wouldn't ya know it, the second the boys in blue walked into the yard, our boy Jack melted back into the shadows.
Coincidence? I think not